The Night Before Christmas

In the spirit of the season, here’s a version of The Night Before Christmas using some of the search terms that people have used to find Time to Eat the Dogs. (My blog software informs me of these search terms in an ever-growing list). Thanks for all of the great comments and suggestions over the past year. Drive safely, eat well, and I’ll see you next year.

The Night Before Christmas

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, not even a cyclops;

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that Ernest Shackleton soon would be there;

The ancient naked men were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of misshapen world maps danced in their heads;

And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and Thor Heyerdahl in his cap,

Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap,

When out on K2 there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from my high altitude human balloon to see what was the matter.